Lunchtime found me in Lagrange at an AA meeting. My friend Wanda was there and was so anxious for us to talk afterwards. The thoroughly routine meeting ended and we left.
"You've got a sponsor, right?" she asked me as we were walking to our cars.
"No," I replied sheepishly. "I have never managed to keep one."
"Wasn't Philip your temporary sponsor?" Wanda then asked.
"Yeah, but Philip is an AA asshole!" I quipped.
You should've seen the look on Wanda's face. It looked almost as if I had defamed the name of Christ.
"He was just a little too AA for me," I said backpeddling with kinder words.
Wanda left and I got in my car to drive home. I kept thinking why I had never gotten a sponsor. I won't call them for one thing. My social anxieties get in the way. It would take a very forceful and forward sponsor to bring me out of my shell.